It's that time of the month

[Attila Aston]

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http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c13/vazzi/bottom.png); background-position:bottom; background-repeat:no-repeat;"> -- Attila heard the red male asking him to talk louder. The pale boy rolled the grayish blue eyes, but said -reluctantly- again louder. "I'm sorry...!" The last word came out bitterly, but not enough for the elder to notice it -as the boy thought so-. Attila looked to the water, as a flash glittered out of the water, as the sunshine hit on the flickering object. It looked like the plants Dawali was gathering were lost, taken by the flow. At least, some were still there, hanging in the small river rocks. Although, they weren't the focus of his cold eyes. Without looking back to the male, a vacant expression, the eyes glittering of concentration and excitement, the two feelings boiling in his light body. The boy went to the water, stepping very slowly and careful, not wanting to scare him prey. He knew some of the mechanics of hunting, one of the most important of those were to keep silent and invisible to the prey. He prepared, the muscles of his legs tensioned and ready to spring. All of a sudden, his long legs pulled him forward, landing a meter away from where he once stood, water wetting around him, his eyes locked in the big silver fish he was preying at all the time. The fish was startled and shook the scaled body all around, making it difficult for the young hunter to sink the white claws in it, the slippery skin lingering through his gray paws. After a good fight, he managed to bite the square head of the fish -whatever it was-, his growing but sharp fangs able to hold to the twisting fish, that shook the wet tail in one of the side of the bully boy's face. It ached a bit, the slaps audible to anyone. The strenght of the water creature was enough to make the young predator's head moved with the inertia. The bully kid looked arrogantly to the leader male, enjoying the big prize he won. The pale legs of the boy moved in a jumpy trot to the dry land, sitting dramatically, the fish losing the fight for its life. Well, after all, the boy got some food for him. Maybe he'd share with the tribe elder. Maybe he'd not. He was sure that the red wolf would be a bit impressed with his hunting skills. After all, hunting his coward brother had earned some benefits for the growing pup.

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